Eyes On Me Evidentlyfresh

I’ve made many things
Things to improve life itself
I’ve made inventions
That you never thought
You could ever dream of

But what happens
When you toy with life itself?
Determination is a wonderful
Yet scary tool to help

But what happens
If nothing goes according to plan?
Will I step up to it?
Say that “determination failed”

There is scratching in the halls
I can hear a ghostly screech
Did my experiments complete?
Or did they fail beyond belief?

They’rе chasing after me
They’rе screaming in pain
And suffering and—

I’m filled with guilt and sorrow
Running as fast as my own tears can
Cannot face the consequences
I am not ready to be seen
I’m panicking
They are watching
I cannot take
All eyes on me